篇四：粮食的英语作文
我读了《悯农》这首古诗，深受感动。我的脑海里仿佛看到了这样一个场面：
在一个夏天的中午，天空晴朗，烈日高挂，连一丝风也没有，大地像蒸笼一般，热得让人喘不过气来。可是农民伯伯一边用毛巾擦着汗水，一边还在田地里辛勤地劳动。
写到这里，我羞愧不已。平时我吃饭总是糟蹋粮食。记得有一天中午，我把饭盛得满满的。因为菜不好，所以我心想：趁爸爸妈妈不注意，我就把饭倒掉。爸爸妈妈正在吃饭，我马上离开座位，要去倒饭时，爸爸妈妈看见了，连忙过来阻止。爸爸严肃地说：“为什么要把饭倒掉？”我说：“因为菜不好吃。”妈妈说：“你不是学过《悯农》这首诗吗？背一遍。”我说：“锄禾日当午，汗滴禾下土。谁知盘中餐，粒粒皆辛苦。”妈妈说：“既然你会背诗，那怎么不在行动上爱惜粮食呢？”我脸红了，又重新回到餐桌上，大口大口把米饭吃完了。
从今以后，我一定要节约粮食，不乱倒米饭。
I read the "poem farming" this poem, deeply moved. My mind seems to see such a scene:
In a summer noon, the sky sunny, the sun hanging, even a trace of the wind did not, the earth like a steamer in general, so hot to breathe. But the peasant uncle while rubbing with a towel, while still hard work in the field.
Write here, I am ashamed. Usually I eat always spoil food. I remember one day at noon, I filled the rice full. Because the dish is not good, so I thought: take advantage of father and mother do not pay attention, I put the meal drained. Mom and Dad are eating, I immediately leave the seat, to go to dinner, Mom and Dad saw, and quickly came to stop. Dad said gravely: "Why should the rice fall?" I said: "Because the dish is not good." Mother said: "You do not learn" compassion "this poem? Back again." I said: "Why do not you love the food on the action?" I blushed, and back again, "said the mother," she said, To the table, big mouth to the rice finished.
From now on, I must save the food, not chaos rice.
篇五：粮食的英语作文
在日常生活中随处可见到浪费现象，也许我们并没有意识到自己也在浪费。
随父亲走进豪华的饭店，映入眼帘的是光滑的玻璃桌上摆放的各种各样的美味佳肴，桌子四周的嘉朋正在欢笑，人们高高兴兴的碰杯，快快乐乐的交谈。一番酒酣耳热之后没有谁再交盏动筷了，看着满桌的狼藉，光彩夺目的美丽顷石面目全非；高脚杯旁的米饭哭泣自己生命的无用，桌下的青菜则叹息短暂的一生，满满的一碗汤盼望客人的光顾……或许在世界的某个角落，有的老人跪在街头乞讨，有的儿童面黄肌瘦，更可怕的是那路旁挣扎的白骨。
不知不觉宴会已经结束，人们捧腹而出，我回头望着那些剩下的饭菜久久不愿离开，我有心将那些饭菜打包回家，却怎么也说不出口，最终还是被爸爸挥手而去。回到家，我的内心久久不能平静，有一种莫名的负罪感，那些粮食的身影时时展现在我的眼前，我为我的行为深感惭愧，我想我的摆阔气从某种意义上讲就是“犯罪”。
或许我不能制止浪费，但以我的微薄之力可以结束自身的浪费，凡事贵在坚持，长此以往节约会内化为我行为的习惯。
In daily life can be seen everywhere in the waste phenomenon, maybe we did not realize that they are also a waste.
With the father into the luxury hotel, greeted the smooth glass table placed a variety of delicacies, the table around the Jia Peng is laughing, people happily touch the cup, happy to talk. Some of the wine after ear heat no one who pay the chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop Full of a bowl of soup looking forward to the guests to patronize ... ... perhaps in a corner of the world, some elderly people kneeling on the streets begging, and some children face thin and thin, more terrible is the roadside struggling bones.
Unconsciously the banquet is over, people bohemed out, I looked back at the rest of the food for a long time do not want to leave, I determined to pack those meals home, but how can not speak, and finally waved by his father away. Home, my heart can not be calm for a long time, there is an inexplicable guilt, those grain figure always show in front of me, I am deeply ashamed of my behavior, I think my lavish in a sense Is "crime".
Perhaps I can not stop the waste, but with my meager power can end their own waste, everything you insist on the long past the savings into the habit of my behavior.
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